Man 1: Claudia. Constantinopoli, called Istanbul by the Turks, has welcomed me as one of its own. The Assassins here, led by an affable fighter named Yusuf, take great pride in their city, a place as diverse and colorful as one could imagine. But it is a troubled city, too. A rebellious faction of Byzantine Templars still fights to retain influence, and their recent attacks have delayed my search for the Masyaf keys. But this will not last. As soon as I am able, I will begin looking for Niccolo Polo's former trading post, in search of clues that will bring me nearer to the Masyaf keys.
How did we do?
Man 2: We have won the day and recovered our den. But we lost a few friends in this fight.
Man 1: So much death for so little gain.
Man 2: You have some experience recruiting new Assassins, do you not?
Man 1: More than a little.
Man 2: The people here are quite sick of these Templar attacks. Can you turn on your charms and find us a few more recruits?
Man 1: Si. (Yes), but this den will not do for training them. Not this soon.
Man 2: A good point. Speak with one of my men in Galata after you are finished. He can help you begin their training.
Man 3: Are you a compassionate man, efendim (sir)? Can you help me? That I stole fruit from a vendor, I will not deny. But only because my hunger has trumped my honesty. Bring me the key to these chains, and I will repay you tenfold.
Man 1: Wait right here.
Man 3: Obviously. You humble me, efendim (sir). I will return to the merchant I robbed and show him the same kindness.
Man 1: After you have cleared your conscience, amigo (friend), consider joining our cause. To be an honest man, one needs honest work.
Man 3: I would be honored. Sagolun, (Thank you).